Fantasy Desires

18

Kaya POV

From the scene of assisting Xavier, I was overcome with rage. He had previously failed, so he sought the assistance of a physics teacher. I didn't want to chat to any of the boys. Nonetheless, he forced me into this situation. Ashi was trying to make me smile because she knew my mood, but I was not in a good mood. I was putting my books in my bag after class when Xavier came to my desk and asked, “Could you please help me with this question?” I gave him a grin and said, “Read from my notes first.” “I've already read but still couldn't comprehend it,” he pretended to be innocent, before Ashi appeared and raised her eyebrows. “She would help you in this question,” I scowled at Xavier. She understood and talked to him. I walked out of the classroom and into the restroom.

I didn't want to go home since I always felt like a jerk. As a result, I preferred to devote more time to my education. But, at the end of the day, I have to get down to business and do the housework. Ben had already returned home after school. I let out a loud sigh and splashed water on my face. Ashi entered when the door was opened. "Guess what happened," she replied, smirking. I tilted my head and questioned, "What?" over and over again. “Xavier informed me that he likes you, and that's why he's trying to get closer to you,” she beams. “You know that I am not interested in any boy,” I responded, glaring at her. “Still waiting for Zaan, who might have moved on in his life,” she taunted me.

I shrugged my shoulders and walked out of the classroom, picking up my purse. “Give your life a second opportunity, don't wait for him,” she urged as she grabbed my hand. “I could not forget him, and I would always wait for him,” I whispered as tears streamed down my face. I replicate her action as she gazed sympathetically at me and embraced me in a strong hug. We sat in our van to return home after leaving the tuition. I was reading when the vehicle came to a halt owing to traffic. I glanced out the window after looking out the window till I came to a halt in front of a kitten. It appeared to be hurt and afraid. Looking at the kitty made my heart melt. “Uncle Jones, please stop the car, I want to help kitten,” I beg the van driver. Uncle Jones cared for me as if I were his own daughter. If I ever ran out of money, he would feed me. “Kaya, there's too much traffic out there, we couldn't take it,” he said, looking in the rear-view mirror. “Please uncle Jone, I will swiftly fetch that kitten,” I pouted and pleaded again. Cars and motorcycles sounded their horns in the meantime. Uncle Jone let out a sigh and a nod of his head. I smiled and stepped out of the van fast. I quietly scooped up the terrified kitten in my arms. She calmed down and licked my palm. I adored the kitten and decided to take it home with me. We both flinched when we heard the sound of a bike horn, and I turned my sight to the bike's owner. I was taken aback when I saw who was standing in front of me. Sitting on the bike, he was unlike any other Zaan. He rolled his eyes as he stared at me. He acted as if he didn't recognise me, or as if he was deliberately ignoring me.

I screamed out loud and stared at him carefully; he was dressed in a blue denim shirt with a brown cargo, and he was a devastatingly gorgeous man with light stubble. As I stared at him, my pupils dilated. With dark eyes, a chiselled nose, a pronounced jawline, and dark hair, he resembled a model on the runaway or a celebrity. My heart began to race, and my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his bike horn. I dashed back into the van, clutching the kitten. To look at him, I shifted my gaze backwards. He was deep in contemplation as he peered, but the van had moved forward and was no longer visible. “What are you looking for?” Ashi asked, c*****g his head and taking the kitten into her lap. She massages the kitten's back with her hand. “I saw Zaan a few minutes ago,” I replied as I exhaled deeply.

“Are you serious?” she asked, her eyes widening. I let out a long sigh and nodded. “He was on his bike and didn't recognise me,” I continued, peering out the window, “and I felt compelled to hug him strongly after seeing him for such a long time.” “He might not have recognised you because you had hijab on your face, which was disguised by it,” she remarked as she hugged me. I bowed my head as I listened to her. I'm hoping he recognises me and has been waiting for me. When I arrived home, I took the kitten into my room with me. I dashed to the kitchen and brought the kitten a cup of milk. My mother screamed when she discovered the kitty on her bed. “You brought this filth into my house,” she said angrily, pointing at the kitten. I swallowed my nerves and remained silent.

She summoned the maid and told her to "pick this up and toss it in the trash right now."

She stepped forward and twisted my ear while I stared down at the ground. “Don't you dare to forget your roles in this house,” she yelled angrily. I whimpered and winced in pain "Yes, I won't say it again.” She sighed and walked out of the room, tapping her heels. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes; I'm used to being insulted, but it still hurts. What did I do to earn so much hostility from my parents, God? In my heart, I hoped Zaan would come one day, love me, and take me out of this place, but instead, he abandoned me to languish in this misery. He may need to go on with his life; why would he waste his time trashing around like me? Because of me, he was separated from his family and relocated to a foreign city, which is why he despises me. I closed my eyes and drifted into a deep slumber while all those ideas swirled about in my head.

Zaan POV

After leaving Alex's house, I returned home, but the eyes of that girl stayed with me. I am certain that she was my Kaya, as I recall her fondness for kittens. I took a deep breath of frustration and went for a stroll. In addition, I visited the playground where I used to play cricket. I grinned as I remembered my childhood. Then I noticed Kosho with other boys, who were riding their bikes and wearing an expensive black jacket and black jeans. He has matured from the skinny adolescent to the mature adolescent. I gave him a wave and continued forward in their way. He had a rage-filled expression on his face. I frowned, wondering why he was staring at me so vehemently. “Hey, kosho, how are you doing?” I asked, moving my hand to shake his. “Look, who's back in the city,” one of the other boys added. “What are you doing here?” Kosho asked, wrinkling his nose. “I just spotted you, so I decided to meet you,” I remarked, peering into his eyes. “Leave right now and don't dare to see me again in the future, what you did to me, I can't forget your betrayal,” he yelled fiercely. I was taken aback by his statement and departed without saying anything. I returned home and finished my meal. But, in the meantime, I couldn't figure out why Kosho was acting so strangely toward me. My mother c****d her head and questioned, "What happened Zaan?" when I sighed loudly. “Nothing, I was just thinking about college,” I responded with a shake of my head.

“Everything will be fine now,” she whispered as she laid her hands on my shoulder. I nodded and walked over to Uncle Marco's room, knocking and asking, "Are you busy, Uncle Marco?" "Come in," he commanded forcefully. I stepped inside and found him reading a document, and the files were strewn around his bed. “Anything you wanted?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. I sat in the chair in front of him, shaking my head. “I was simply thinking about doing some work or starting a little business,” I added softly. “I think you should perform a job to gain experience and eventually get involved in our tiny business,” he carefully explained. When I nodded in agreement and considered asking him about Richard, he raised his brows and asked, “Anything else you want to ask, Zaan?” I sighed and asked, "Did Richard cause any harm to our family after I left?" “Nothing had happened to our family,” he stated emphatically, “and he would not dare to do so since the things he wished to hide from everyone would no longer be hidden.”

“I am not able to understand, what are you saying?” I said, rubbing my chin in confusion. “Nothing,” he responded with a smile, “you go do some interviews tomorrow.” I'll provide you some contact information so you can apply for the job.” In addition, I bowed my head and exited his room, returning to my own. Not only that, but I was so exhausted that I fell asleep in a flash. The next morning, I awoke with a burning sensation in my eyes. So I looked for the source of my discomfort, which was the scorching heat of the sun penetrating my skin. When I regained consciousness, I moaned and proceeded to the restroom. I washed my teeth, shaved my beard, and took a cold shower.

My mother brought me breakfast, which I ate. Uncle Marco also provided me with the locations of the employment interviews. I arrived at the interview on my bike. I had completed two interviews and was on my way to the third. Then, due to heavy traffic, I was forced to halt in the middle of the road. I spotted the van that I had seen the day before. I attempted to relocate my bike but was unsuccessful. As a result, I pulled over to the side of the road and walked over to the vehicle. Similarly, I was looking for the same eyes as yesterday's girl but couldn't find her. Then, pointing her fingers in my direction, one of the girls exclaimed, "Look, there's a shop!" Her gaze shifted away from the book and onto me. It glistened like a star, and her eyes twinkled with delight. When our gazes locked, I realised she was my Kaya. The van comes to a halt in front of me as I smile at her.

She got out of the van and walked over to me. I really wanted to hug her, but I restrained myself and waited for her to arrive.

She went to the shop while I stood there. I frowned since she didn't say anything to me. So I went to the shop and asked for a bar of chocolate from the proprietor. “Please give me a notebook,” she said softly. To my ears, her voice was smooth and melodic. “You may take these chocolates, too, Kaya,” I added with a hesitant smile. “You remember me until now,” she remarked, her gaze averted on me as she fidgeted her fingers. She then addressed the shopkeeper. “Yes, I remember you very well,” I answered, looking her in the eyes. The merchant then handed me the chocolate bar, which I unwrapped and placed beside the Kaya. "It's for me," she explained. “Yes, you can have it,” I said with a quiet giggle. She then took up the bar.

She took a bite of chocolate and remained bock on the counter. Suddenly Someone called from behind her, and when she turned around to face her van, she heard a girl say, "Uncle Jone has requested you to come soon." “I am coming, just asked him to wait,” she said. The Shopkeeper then presented her with a notebook. “Kaya,” I whispered tenderly as she handed him money from her pocketbook. “Go, I'll pay for you.” “No, I can pay,” she answered with a shake of her head. “I will pay, and that is the final,” I told her forcefully. She nodded and accepted the notebook, but as she walked away, she turned around and murmured, "I missed you." Hearing her, my face lit up, and she dashed back to her van. When I looked at her, I knew she would return to my life. I took the chocolate she had left and bit into it in front of her eyes, licking my lips in imitation of Kaya's. My gaze shifted away from her and onto the ground. She was staring at me carefully, and I was annoyed that she had noticed how I licked my lips.

As she walks away, I return to my bike, only to realise that I forgot to ask her for her phone number. I grumbled in irritation as I considered how I would approach her. Then I made the decision to go to Alex's house and speak with him. He could be aware of Kosho's impolite behaviour and Kaya's numerical solution. When I arrived at his residence, he was busy working on his bike's mechanics. “Hey bro, I want to discuss something,” I moaned as I sat on the couch. “Now what you did, I know very well that you might question about Kaya,” he added, his eyes narrowing. “How did you know I'd ask that?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

“Because I saw her yesterday when she picked up the kitten from the roadside,” he teased, rolling his eyes.

“Then why didn't you tell me there?” I asked, frowning. “I don't want you to get involved with her again,” he moaned sadly. I scowled at him and questioned, "But why?" as I listened to him. “Because of her, you were banished from here, and his brothers have turned into bad boy types,” he snarled angrily. “Stay away from her, it's better for everyone,” he murmured, keeping his right hand on my shoulder. I didn't want to keep my distance from her, but his statements made it clear that he despises her. I sat quietly and nodded my head in response.